We had a rough night.
To put it into perspective, we performed badly enough that not only was our drum major crying, but also many of the band members (myself included). It’s the only time I’ve seen a boy cry. And he’s my section brother too, so that absolutely broke me even more.
Even better, the football game itself was being fixed. I’m not even kidding. The refs looked at each other, all the way across the field, before making a call. Both of our touchdowns got called back. What the actual fuck. But who cares, really, every single time we go to that school it gets fixed. At least our drum major didn’t get spit on this time.
I’m done with people half-assing it, my section included. I’m absolutely done. I will fight to get this band to finals at HPIMBF. I will push and shove and cry and bleed. I’m done.
We’ve only got up to go now that we’ve hit rock bottom, right? It honestly cannot get any worse.
If it does…I really don’t know what else I can do…
There are 7 days until 2011’s first competition and 56 days until FMBC State Championships.